Her head thrashed about from side to side, the scream stuck in her throat. She tried to shout out for help but there was no sound. The terror as she was being chased gripped her like cold hands around her neck. The murky lake loomed ahead in the darkness as footsteps rushed pressing her on. Twigs crunched beneath her feet and her breath fogged into the frosty night air. She could see him closer now as his deep emerald ring glittered in the darkness.
Suddenly there was a hand on her arm and this time her scream was real. A stranger sat in front of her on the train, deep concern in his eyes. Bewildered she looked around and pushed his hand away.
“I’m sorry but you were having a nightmare it seems,” his gentle voice was hypnotic. “Take a deep breath, you are on the train and you are safe,” the stranger soothed.
Embarrassed she tried to gather herself together. She smoothed down her dress and ran her fingers through her hair. “I’m sorry,” her throat scratchy as if she had actually been screaming. She looked nervously out the window as the landscape glided by. Why was she so haunted by that same dream constantly? The dream always ended at the chase but it was so vivid with the hunt and the emerald ring.
“We are almost at the last stop of the journey,” he quietly stated. “Will you be okay?”
“Oh yes, I’m fine. It was just a bad dream.” She said loudly, trying to appear put together and still embarrassed before this stranger. The announcement over the train PA system confirmed that they had arrived at the final station. She gathered her belongings and hurried towards the door eager to get home. She opened the door to the cabin and turned to say goodbye to the stranger. She noticed a leather bound book besides him, it was worn and withered. More shockingly her name was scrawled across the book. Confused she rushed off the train with the man behind her. She stepped off the train and froze as she found herself in the same woods as her nightmare. She turned around and noticed the emerald ring on his hand as he silenced her scream.
Enraged with his mouth close to her ear he grunted, “We need to end the chase and write the ending to your story!”